"Wha-what?"
Qi Xian doubted his ears.
But Liu Ji continued to recite, in a reminiscent tone, the contents of the essay he once wrote. The young man's expression completely collapsed, his eyes wide like copper bells, his mouth gaping enough to swallow two eggs, and his shoulders slumped, portraying a thoroughly stunned demeanor.
Ah Wang, who was focused on his meal, was interrupted by this pair of senior and junior brothers.
He looked up at the three people across from him: Liu Ji, who was earnestly recalling the exam essay content without blushing or skipping a beat, Gongliang Liao, who was obliviously focused on picking out fish bones, and Qi Xian, who could no longer maintain his dignified air and was reduced to a disheartened youth. He thought, so that's how you play the imperial exams game.
If he wrote "My Life-and-Death Bond with Prince Feng and the Holy Empress," could he also become a scholar?
